Looking At The Sky

Whenever I look in the sky and see a bird, my heart pumps a little faster, and I hold my breath. I watch as the bird gracefully moves it's wings to glide through the air. The light glistens through it's feathers, and I want to touch the downy-softness of them. It's a child's obsession to want to soar above the land, and freefall, releasing your wings at the last possible second- But oh how bad do I want to.
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13-15, F
May 20, 2012